With a flick of his wrist, Lin Feng tossed a neat stack of gold coins directly onto Mo Yan's chest and face.
The clinking of metal against metal rang out sharply, and the sound seemed to reverberate through the tense silence of the restaurant.
Mo Yan's eyes blazed with fury, his jaw tightening as his blood boiled.
"You're courting death, boy!" he roared, his voice echoing like thunder across the room.
"I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice! How dare a mere junior speak with such arrogance in front of his elders! If you want to die that badly, I'll grant you an early death myself!"
In a sudden surge of rage, Mo Yan slammed his hands against the table, ready to flip it and crush Lin Feng beneath it.
The air trembled with the force of his movement, his aura radiating danger and power like a storm about to break.
And yet… at that exact moment, something strange caught his attention.
